Last Sunday I spent the day in a place I used to call home--New York City. I went to see the Edward Hopper exhibition at the Whitney Museum. As soon as I stepped into that exhibit, I was overwhelmed by stunning paintings of a gifted artist. That's what NYC does. It bowls you over with all the
pent-up talent that it so lovingly nurtures. The obvious places to find that talent are on Broadway, in Greenwich jazz clubs or museums. But look closer. That buzz is also on street corners, in all the parks and in the subway. In NYC, the drive for creative expression is everywhere.
As soon as I arrive in my beloved NYC I do a private ceremony--I look for a brick building, a light post or even an iron-gate railing. I kiss it, and silently whisper: I missed you my love.
Since I was a child, I dreamed of living in New York City. And for seven wonderful years that's exactly what I did. I was in my 20s, it was during the '80s and I will never forget how exhilarating it was to step out of my apartment into a world that was vibrating with energy 24/7. Every time I go back to the city I get a flood of nostalgia for those years. In fact, during one visit I started scheming how I would sell my place in Connecticut to move back to New York City. After I got back to bucolic New England, my fantasies about going back to Manhattan faded out into the mundanities of everyday life.
I grew up in Minnesota, spent three years in Florida, and have been to many places in this country. I believe if you were to impress a foreigner, take them to San Fransico--it's the crown jewel in this nation because of its sheer, natural beauty. But NYC is the very heart of our country. Its energy makes you feel more alive as soon you step on that small, over-crowded island called Manhattan. It's not always pretty, but it's got personality, culture and style that's unparalleled. The music, the arts, the fashion, the shopping and the exqusite food puts you on sensory overload. Mohegan Sun casino puts me on sensory overload too, but not in a good way.
One of the reasons I stay in Connecticut is because I can't bear the thought of being too far from the city that got me where I am today. I love Connecticut too--but that's a whole other story. It's comforting to know the city so close to my heart is but an hour away.
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